On Sunday, I told you that my relationship had officially moved into "serious" territory. But if you'd asked me after our first date if I ever thought C and I would get to that point? I would have said no!
Let me tell you the story of our first date. Here's a little something I've never even told my boyfriend C: He was a backup date! C and I met online, and I wasn't sure if I was very interested in him, but we made flexible plans to grab coffee one Friday anyway. However, I'd already made plans with a guy I'd been trying to meet up with for weeks, but the dude kept flaking, so I'd double booked for my Friday, figuring I'd have one date either way. Well, when Mr. Flake unsurprisingly flaked again, C and I were on.
We met up in a small Brooklyn coffee shop in the dead of summer. After nearly not recognizing each other (we both later admitted we found each other cuter than expected!), we went up to the counter to order iced coffee. But, we both had only large bills. So, I paused for a second to see if he'd offer to pay, and when he didn't, I went to pay for my coffee. But the cashier rang me up for both drinks, which I awkwardly paid for. And then the moment was so weird that C forgot to thank me!
When we sat down at the counter, we had a good, fluid conversation, but something else was weird: He barely asked me anything about myself, and I kept feeling like I was fighting to get a word in. Yikes!
The rest of the date was fun—we went on a loooong walk and found we had a lot in common, which excited me—but I was positive that the fact that he hadn't asked me about myself and hadn't thanked me for the coffee meant that he wasn't into me. So, I decided I wasn't going to pursue someone who didn't seem visibly excited about me (and whose manners seemed a little iffy), and when he said he'd call me the next day, I told myself that I'd believe it when it happened.
